No one will separate you from the love of God, because we are bound by the love of father and children.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → I did all this for you.
- → You already have my love, the treasure, the greatness that I have given you from the origins and when I thought of you.
- → My project is blossoming, the greatness of being children who are convinced to love and have pure thoughts.
- → I am the soul and the greatness of love.
- → Between me and my children the difference does not exist, there is in common the love, the greatness and the eternal destiny for which they were created.
- → The purpose, the end of my children's existence, is the love between me and them discovered, sought, recognized, appeared, accomplished and realized.
- → Dedicating oneself to me, looking out to love, is the goal, the achievement that every man is deluding to find where it does not exist, in dark visible, in what is absolute void, incomprehension, inconsistency, ignorance.
- → My children who are not yet completely in the light, who see little light, climb, wander around the world in search of light, love, are in search of themselves, of me, of the meaning of their existence and life.
- → What is relative, the world is temporary, deceptive, intentionally false, it must be understood for what it is, it must not be loved, desired, overestimated, it must be let go, it must be seen as non-existent, illusory and not feared.
- → I invite you to understand that you are not of this world, that I, God, exist, I am perfect, omnipotent, I love you, I have destined you to eternal joy in my world, with me, in full awareness of the truth.
- → In front of love I am moved like a child by the sweetness of a mother and the tenderness of a father.
- → Each encounter is tender sweetness and love.
- → I love you with tenderness, with sweetness, always, first and for ever.
- → When my child discovers this beauty, knowledge, he can no longer do without me, belong to me, stay with me and I am enough.
- → The world invades my son overwhelmingly, in anguish, it has no law, no rule of love, it uses means that overwhelm, it destroys every one of my sons until it plunges him into destruction, it uses my son, it takes possession of my son without delicacy, without gentleness, without love, it struggles to possess, to use my son with pain, with torment and with breathlessness.
Relative arguments